Having got a beating
At the hands of the son,
Feel I,
How villainous is
My critical wife
And her bad father,
Having got a beating
Feel I,
Where to go,
Will the loafer,
The trump, the goon,
The rowdy
Not go to take money
From the house
Which take I on rent separately?
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